C2 CHAPTER 2

I had come home, excited to surprise my husband, but guess who got surprised instead? Me!

I stood there, seeing her naked in my bed, lying on her side, one leg lying parallel to my bed, the other bent towards her stomach, her face pressing on my pillow, I could see half of her face, eye closed, enjoying what belongs to me, something I wasn't willing to share with anyone, something I wanted all of myself, something that belongs to me and me alone, traditionally, legally and in other ways, I could think of. Behind her, lies the husband I couldn't wait to see, driving himself into her fast and hard. And now that I was close, I could hear the sound of his own groans. He kept his face on her neck and rammed into her with his left hand on her breast. And the devil did he even have the decency to remove his wedding ring, the same ring which held our vows, one of them being faithful to each other till death do us part.

The whole scene in front of me, hit me by surprise and for a moment I couldn't feel any part of my body. I stood there, my feet glued to the floor, and with each and every second, I could feel my strength being drained out of me. The hold I had on my handbag loosened and it fell on the floor with a loud thud bringing the two cold-blooded traitors to planet earth. At the speed of light, they both sat up straight, fumbled, and tugged on the bedcover so that they could cover themselves, in all this keeping their eyes locked on me. My husband's own wide open that if I wasn't feeling like a zombie I would have been scared that they were going to drop on the bed.

'Natacha?' he murmured, after a few seconds of staring at each other. My name sounded more like a question coming from his lips. He looked shocked to see me and I am sure if he had some kind of superpowers to make people disappear, he would use them on me right now. He certainly didn't expect to see me as I certainly didn't expect to see him. I was supposed to be at my mother's house, he was supposed to be on a plane, coming home from his business trip, but then plane my foot, business trip my ass, he is in our bed, fucking our maid!

I felt my chest tightening as if like my rib cage constricting and it was a surprise that my heart was not squeezed out right that second. Why do they call it heartbreak? Because what I felt breaking at that moment, was not just my heart, no, every other part of my body started breaking way before my heart did.

The moment I saw panic crossing my husband's eyes and he moved to get off the bed, I turned away and made my way out as fast as I could, banging the door in the process. I could hear him growl my name out but that only fueled up my energy to get away from him. I made my way into the garage with the intention of driving myself out of this hell hole and then I remembered I had no car keys on me. Getting a cab would take time and by the time the cab comes, he would've already got to me, going back to get the keys would only result in running into him which was something I didn't want. I didn't want to see his face, not for a single second, it would have made me want to vomit right in his face because at the moment he disgusted me. I didn't even want to breathe the same air as his that would only suffocate me. How can he touch another woman when he promised all of himself to me? Worst of all, he even brought her to our matrimonial bed. Who does that?

I made it to the back door, then to the basement, and locked myself in. I had to hide here, at least for now. I went down the stairs and stuffed myself in the corner, letting my butt land on the cold floor before bringing my knees up to my chest, and then that is when I let it all out. I burst into tears, crying my heart out, trying to relieve myself of the pain lounged in my heart. Trying to stop myself from crushing.

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I had spent the whole night in the basement but it felt like a lifetime. I didn't want to get out. Getting out meant that I had to face the reality of my world. So I just wanted to stay in the dark and pretend there was no other world out there besides the bubble I was in. But I had to get out. I felt dehydrated. I had cried my eyes out for far too long, so much there were no more tears coming out. My throat had run dry and was getting sore. I needed to get out of here to get some water if I did not want to be found dead on this cold floor.

I pushed myself to my feet and literally dragged myself out of the basement and got inside. I got into the kitchen and found Maria sitting on the kitchen chair like she owned the damn place as she helped herself to a bowl of cereal. A sage of anger spread through and I wanted to pluck my acrylic nails right into her eyeballs that were gawking at me. But before I could do anything that I would have deemed to be stupid later on, I felt the back of my neck tightening and a dull ache moved from my spine up to my neck. I immediately held my neck tight with my hand and closed my eyes, focusing on the darkness before the feeling spread to my head and caused one of those terrible headaches I am so familiar with.

'Oh my gawd, you are back now? I thought you were running away for good so that I can finally be free in this house,' she blurted out, her voice irritating more than squirrels fighting for nuts. And I wondered if it has always been that irritating or if I can no longer stand it because I now know that he was a conniving bitch.

Though I was looking down with my eyes closed, I knew she had stood up. I felt her legs on the floor and the three footsteps she took towards me were so loud and I wondered why she was tramping on the floor.

'You know everything was going on smoothly, till you walked through that door and ruined it all. But I guess now that you know there is no need for hotel appointments, fake business meetings...,' She kept on talking, her words blending in my hand, making me even angrier with each passing second. The tightness in my neck increased and the dull ache grew sharper. I felt my jaws tighten and I didn't know how, but my lower canines dug into my gums. I could feel like I was getting too big for my body.

'Shut up!' I had meant to scream, but a loud roar came out of my mouth, startling me too. If I was not feeling the vibration in my stomach, I would not believe it was me who had made that sound but instead I had a lion in my house.

The tight feeling had subsided and I could feel like my body was getting freed. Maria was now on her feet, looking at me like she was watching a horror movie. The bowl she was holding a few moments ago was in pieces, scattered on the floor.

I kept staring at her and she took steps backward, before tripping on her own legs turning, and running away. I was confused. What the hell had just happened?